Underworld, the Underworld, Yama Hall.
A gigantic toad lay prostrate behind the Yama Hall, exhaling yin fire and inhaling yin energy, its belly billowing and rumbling like thunder.
Outside the Yama Hall, countless Ghost Gods stood in formation. So Ghost Gods lit incense on their hats, others brought their own Treasure Trees, while in front of so hovered a fire basin, burning paper money from ti to ti.
These Ghost Gods are the Primordial Spirits of Mahayana Realm and Returning Void Realm experts accumulated over the past six thousand years in West Bull New Continent. After their death, if they still have Incense Fire, their Primordial Spirits can be maintained. They usually retreat in the Immortal City, but this ti, as King Yan has returned, the Eighteen Layers of Hell lack Judges, Tai Ao, Yin Commanders, and Yin ssengers, so they were invited out of seclusion.
Previously, roles like Judges and Tai Ao were filled by Divine Avatars invited from Huaxia Divine Continent. Now that King Yan has no subordinates, he has to heavily rely on Ghost Gods from West Bull New Continent.
Besides them, there are Bull Heads, Horse Faces, and Yakshas, in the tens of thousands, mostly adults, so with families, and so holding smaller ones.
They are raggedly dressed with sallow faces, mbers of the Ghost Clan. Seeing the recruitnt for the Eighteen Layers of Hell, they ca for work, unexpectedly being appointed as Yin ssengers, struggling to accept their sudden rise in status, feeling a bit awkward.
In front of them were the Ferryman and his daughter.
Because of their great contributions, they were appointed as Yin ssanger Patrol Envoys, in charge of directing all Yin ssengers and monitoring any misconduct, their status higher than the Yin Commanders but slightly lower than the Judges.
Soul Chasing Judge Wang Fu, Sin Judge Jia Yuan, Sword Mountain Judge Zhu Shun, and Black and White Impermanence stood at the front, with Tie Chi and Zhong Kui even further ahead.
They, too, received promotions, significantly elevating their previous statuses.
"Your Majesty, the Ghost Gods have all gathered," Zhong Kui said with a bow.
In the Yama Hall, Little Yama jumped down from the throne, striding outwards, arriving at the hall's front.
Below, thousands of Ghost Gods craned their necks, but the shorter ones couldn't see Little Yama at all, so they bounced up, finally glimpsing the fringe on Little Yama's crown.
"Silence!" the Ferryman's daughter turned back, seriously stating.
The Yin ssengers behind fell silent, not daring to speak or move.
The Ferryman's daughter felt smug but kept her composure, secretly pleased, "Even my ancestors are burning high incense, and the heavens have blessed to rise to prominence now!"
At this mont, behind the Yama Hall, a massive crescent moon erged, rising higher and higher, overwhelming Divine Power sweeping across the world, bringing them imnse pressure.
That was King Yan's Primordial Spirit gathering worldly Incense Fire, the Incense Fire Qi condensing into thick azure clouds.
A little girl's voice echoed aloud in front of the Yama Hall, reverberating throughout the heavens and earth.
"After the True King descended, for over six thousand three hundred years, the Underworld has been in turmoil. The Thirteen Families conspired to seize the Underworld's position, scheming with countless plots, undermining the Yin Gods; the Underworld's deities withered, magical treasures lost, justice eroded, and the Dao system decayed. Today, this court reforges the magical treasures, reestablishes the Eighteen Layers of Hell, orders the return of the gods, and restores the Underworld's order and Dao system!"
Little Yama Nannan recited in one breath, secretly relieved, thinking, "No mistakes in the lines this ti."
She maneuvered her Primordial Spirit, gathering Incense Fire, as magical treasures in the sky slowly gathered and ford, they were the knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks used by the Yin ssengers, as well as many soul-retrieving green lamps and small boats.
Each of these magical treasures flew up, landing in front of Bull Heads, Horse Faces, Yakshas, and other Yin ssengers.
The Incense Fire Qi then ford a talisman, automatically stacking into Treasure Seal shapes in the air, whizzing into the foreheads of different Yin ssengers.
After receiving the talisman, many Yin ssengers felt they had the power to control these magical treasures, each delighted.
The crescent moon in the sky grew more radiant, azure clouds below surged, gradually forming into the Judge's Pen, Tai Ao Seal, Sangn Stick, Book of Life and Death, and other magical treasures, which fell one by one before the Primordial Spirits of those Mahayana Realm and Returning Void Realm experts, with different magical treasures according to their Divine Office.
Then there was more Incense Fire Qi in the sky, condensing into Dharma Talismans, superior to the Treasure Seal talismans, which successively entered their foreheads.
These Yin Commanders, Judges, Tai Aos, and others instantly felt they could harness the power of these magical treasures, with the exquisite refining techniques imprinted in their minds, capable of unleashing maximum power without sacrificial refinent.
The Incense Fire Qi in the world roared and vibrated, thousands of Ghost Gods followed the sound, revealing astonishnt, seeing Little Yama open a Daoist Field in the Underworld's void, a vast continent continually forming, expanding in all directions!
Various miraculous Powers of the Great Dao on this continent moved mountains and created seas, forming magnificent landscapes,
In re monts, an expansive Great Abyss of over a hundred and fifty thousand miles floated above Yama Hall!
This abyss possessed a unique Ghost God Domain, called Tongue-pulling Hell, with its Great Dao Rules. Those who in life sowed discord, slandered, hard with deceit, spoke slickly with cunning words, lied and cheated were transford into ghosts after death, coming here to endure the suffering of tongue-pulling!
The previous Tongue-pulling Hell was destroyed in the Ghost God war when the Yan Family seized hell, later refined into a magical treasure by the Wuwang City Lord, and he refused to return it.
That Tongue-pulling Hell was also transford by King Yanluo's own Divine Power and Great Dao. Now refining a new one is a familiar task.
"Dao friend Lu Li, you shall be the judge of Tongue-pulling Hell, in charge of this prison."
As soon as Little Yama's words fell, Lu Li's body beca towering; Tongue-pulling Hell stood behind his head, continuously shrinking.
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